Best Snakeskin Poems
SUBLIME
Sublime
I've been shedding snakeskin...
so blind
I've been destroying the noise
my worst enemy
Deconstructing my identity
soaking shoulder deep
in oceans of humility
feasting upon fruits of tranquility
breaking shackles
freeing ankles
from bloody mud puddles
razor blade anxiety
rising to a place
where yesterday
flees irrelevant
tomorrow
is insufficient
Yet
this moment
of SUBLIMITY
right now...
forever remains
a fearless paradise
Categories:
snakeskin, addiction, anger, change, conflict,
Form:
Carpe Diem
T i m e stops for no one,
as searing seconds swerve
through seasonal squalls,
thawing frost that sleeps upon
the necks of onyx roses,
where pain is etched in skeletal sins~
across pruned plumes,
fleeting through amethyst air,
merged in changing frequencies
of wind and waves,
carrying ballads of a bruised bluebird.
But I have long known grief,
and I’ve tasted the bittersweet
cocktails of life and love.
I am s i l e n c e,
swirling amidst the wheels
of dusk and dawn,
like the unseen flares
of blazing boulevards,
for I am made from ashes of steel,
strong to the eyes
that see not beyond bleeding sighs.
I waltz faster than
my fears can grasp,
the obsidian t e a r s of petals,
leaving each abstract sunset
sketched in acrylics
on murky meadows,
thriving with grieving geraniums.
O beloved moon,
I see lakes of Elysium
through the chained windows
of my tortured tower.
I breathe against the
crystalline concoctions
composed from the ink
of curved constellations,
erasing kismet calligraphies,
cluttered with chaotic conclusions,
sailing toward an astrological sphere,
where colors of love
run free against
the gravity of diabolical dust,
designed on rings of rust.
So let me save the twilight sage,
before the last drop of wintry rage
is no longer tamed by the
treacherous tongue of fate,
for I am armored against
the demonic drumrolls,
luring the splitting sea-surge
to a bioluminescent shore
where Lucifer’s footsteps linger,
caressing the edges of snakeskin,
mimicking merciless mantras
of Medusa melodies,
orchestrated in seething strings,
oblivious to the t r u t h
that I am more than
a wounded warrior,
dressed in whimsical wisterias.
I’ve learned to let go
of every faltering feather,
that blinded me,
pushing my patience
into a labyrinth of tilted tulips,
tainted with twisted tones
and hues of hypocrisy.
Remember,
I am more than the splitting paranoia,
running through corridors of uncertainty,
I am flashlights in the monsoon sky~
emanating petrichor pastels
upon nocturnal nightingales,
singing without words,
dreaming amidst trickling chords.
~ and this is the truth of trembling t i m e
that halts not for the sleeping supernovas ~
Categories:
snakeskin, destiny, fate, strength,
Form:
Free verse
when it comes to matters concerning the heart
my head doesn't seem to be very smart.
i never look before i leap,
the wrong way down a one-way street.
it seems i've really got a knack
for picking mr. wrong.
i'll find the ******* in the crowd
it doesn't take me long.
he's the hot shot in the cowboy hat,
the one with snakeskin boots.
or the biker in the leather jacket,
he looks kind of cute.
the ******* with the attitude,
that's the guy i like.
he can have my gratitude
if he'll get me through the night.
Categories:
snakeskin, romance, me, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
"Soul to The Letters of Love"
Dropped into a body
the vessel is a skeleton key
where waits the other being
holding 3
in its own mind and hands
the Sanskrit Blueprint Plan
the lesson is in the wanting
ripe red apple bleeding juicy pumping
the learning to be free
ephemeral stories look for ephemeral keys
– this is how it has always been
naturally selected skin and bones, ephemeral
the other being a ghost inside
long in tooth forever and ever amen
calls the other ghost Atman,
calls the other ghost Home
plucking Vedic strings,
with lessons in love
grants the sharing of knowledge
receiver immortal sits seeded waiting
a secret discipline
multiple choices
exams in Shaman college
colludes to collaborate with the Sun
through the next portal
granting access to Love
with Letters earned
Divine and substantial
in another realm
Love is given not won
Post-nominal phenomena
Noumenon
thoughts intangible
become sound
in another strange world
Love is read
Love is learned
Love is found
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Dreamlike"
https://youtu.be/YD1d-1hPuao
3
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Id,_ego_and_super-ego
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trinity
Soul
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soul
Twin Flame
"Put simply, the purpose of the twin flame relationship is to help us shed away the snakeskin of the ego, face and heal our wounded hearts, and transform into spiritually awakened beings."
https://lonerwolf.com/twin-flame/#h-the-purpose-of-twin-flame-relationships
Categories:
snakeskin, journey, love, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
Dawn's
Stillness
Invites me
Vermillion hills
Clouds' engulfing tangerine stillness crests
Tension sloughs, blows away like old snakeskin
Desert rain scent
Cleansing me
Pedal
Flow
Smile
Conceals
Morning’s ride
Heart's treasure trove
Work’s gray walls can't touch my bright turquoise glow
7/18/16
© by Author
Contest: Triple Tetractys 2
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Syllable count confirmed at howmanysyllables.com
Categories:
snakeskin, morning, nature,
Form:
Tetractys
I have stood on every shoreline Earth could grow—
watched civilizations peel off like snakeskin,
hands red and raw, throwing words into the wind.
What was it, they asked, what was the answer?
This morning, I walked into a diner in Kansas,
found a cup of coffee that tasted like 1983,
and sipped the ghosts of a thousand endings.
People talk like birds now, high-pitched and fast,
forgetting their wings.
I remember sitting cross-legged in Greece,
listening to poets invent gods out of clay.
They believed the world was a fistful of stars
scattered by children before bedtime,
and that we were made to gather them.
This last time, I come unmasked—no silver suit,
no cryptic message carved in crop fields.
I leave no warnings of doom, no demands for change.
All I have is the echo that never leaves—
a glittering hope beneath the static.
The song that says:
There’s life, there’s life—up here, down there,
and somewhere between the lonely notes
of what could have been and what still waits.
I’ll take my place in the sky once more,
watch as you blink back, eyes wide,
and see what you’ve always been:
Starmen too.
Every one of you, already knowing the tune,
just trying to remember the words.
Categories:
snakeskin, allusion, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
Jails-asylums are bleeding out because of naivety.
Now the unhinged mad dogs are working out their kinks.
On the neckbones of society.
Nowhere is safe for your sons and daughters.
Not even pine needle trails, where they seek peace.
two legged copperheads behind trees and under every leaf.
You've passed them before-those wild-eyed things.
Firecracker souls looking for a syringe of gasoline...
They're ambush predators, wrapped in snakeskin.
Mace will do you no good.
No guns allowed in nature preserves.
Just off trail, a thousand shallow graves of the naive.
Categories:
snakeskin, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
Witches have wacky tastebuds, as this poem will tell!
Cup of eel eyes
Cup of toad tongue
Cup of snakeskin, too.
Boil twenty minutes-
Recipe for Witch's Stew!
Bonus activity: Have children write their own recipe for "Witch's Stew" (rhyming recipe not necessary!). Tell them a good "Witch's Stew" should include 3-5 ghoulish ingredients. You may also have children draw (or draw and label) their ingredients and/or draw a picture of a bowl or a pot of the stew, with all of the ghoulish ingredients they chose swimming around the top.
Categories:
snakeskin, childrenchildren,
Form:
Rhyme
Yellow Butterflyfish and Snakeskin Discus
swim freely in this life I call an aquarium-
I see a Purple Regal Tang as the Pufferfish
sang with a melody like a sweet guitar strum.
Blue and pink coral, like a make-believe floral
stand strong and tall in the salt-watered tank-
The lemon green Laurel streams along so eternal
as the Orange Angelfish swim along the bank.
A Red-Tailed Crab and a slimy Snail like to grab
food sprinkled from the main aquarium caretaker-
Instead of eating scraps they find a lily pad
to rest and continue being nosey spectators.
Is this just a dream? Is my life not as it seems?
Cuz’ when I look around along the ground
my human reflection is all I unbelievably see-
This life that I have found, I just sit here profound
gazing at the amazing life of salt water beauty.
Oh no! I see a Reef Shark and I start to embark
on my way towards the side of the glass-
I find relief in the belief that he may depart
since he comes from a breed of a docile class.
Rainbow Sea Stars you can see from afar
with hues like a pink and yellow sunset-
What a lovely sight! I can’t forget the spark
of her glowing romantic shaded silhouette.
A Painted Turtle guy who caught my fascination
wandering in front of me slower than a snail-
A super fertile Ray lays her eggs with illumination
as the Foxface Rabbitfish flips her yellow tail.
Living in a tank of salt is obviously my true calling,
even though I always wanted to be a veterinarian-
My true wish is to live with fish,
for in water there is no falling-
Floating, swimming, kicking with a swish,
I love my life in a beautiful aquarium.
Theme: Life In An Aquarium
February 15, 2017
Categories:
snakeskin, beauty, fish, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Sublime
I've been shedding snakeskin...
so blind
I've been destroying the noise
my worst enemy
Deconstructing my identity
soaking shoulder deep
in oceans of humility
feasting upon fruits of tranquility
breaking shackles
freeing ankles
from bloody mud puddles
razor blade anxiety
rising to a place
where yesterday
flees irrelevant
tomorrow
is insufficient
Yet
this moment
of SUBLIMITY
right now...
forever remains
a fearless paradise
Categories:
snakeskin, black african american, faith,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Its Hidden Messages in my Texts
worth Examining
you can see the Chosen from The Strangling
beatens an chains
all linked to a prophecy ordained
I've looked through documents for the Author of this Manuscript
Which is me the Key the King to a degree only the oppressors see who exists
science defying the recessive diamond genes to manifest a seed to triumph
We Athletes the Giants
with Might an Speed
Born Supreme a Diamond
still we shine through out all the famine
genocidal manaics
with prideful hatred attached
Forces of evil who masquerades as the Men In Black
with the Neuralizer with a Brain zapped
With a body frame detached to tell fables of raps
i disconnected from the Cable an a fatal impact
rewired my cells so it's able to react to the tornadoes they craft
another dispatch
a brother in the pavement with no pulse to graft
wonder now how savage insane we act
we goin mad is there a way to get back
being the Power Circle
but they mixed pink lemonade in at
generator operator destroyer
i made a general observation to be a detourer
be a general overstating his Order
so they can see his illuminated Aura
we can be Kings we dont got to be gangsters
Gangster is King with the Glory given from the Creator
thats why im letting this Red Pill Orbit
you can see through all our misfortunes through our history Courses of History Horror
we are Glorious
Victorious
I Am Morpheus
who went through a Metamorphosis
who Orbited a Solar Eclipse
an Burned the Moon so the Sun can be Lit
the One in the Matrix close to the Oracle
Zion
im a Lion
who knows the Architect who designed the prints
this supreme mathematics abstracted of the Creators Calculus of my birthday to be in this present state
so you see these prime birthdate numbers is ordinal
Im the Ultimate Warrior
Against Jake the Snake
I Put Snakeskin on my Mocassins
an make chains out of they Vertebrates
an made a Vest out the Lizard Scales
My face shine with the Melanin so now you know why my Pigment isn't Pale
Soul Summoned out the Book of the Dead to Lead Nations out this Wizardry Spell
Into the Body of Israel
Categories:
snakeskin, deep, earth, truth, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
"Transfiguration"
Radiant crystalline
a lighter body
you romanced the
divine in my mind
you touched my
you touched my
you touched my
soul
Diamond snakeskin
shed, peeled back
your luminescence shining pure
through my many fractured cracks
all your lines bleeding
burning bright white light
in my butchered Nicene heart you’ve read with smooth soft intent
Transfigured me to become your next sacrament
homeless heart
homeless heart
homeless heart
Imperfect Immaculate
called
Home
Radiant crystalline
a lighter body
you romanced the
divine in my mind
you touched my
you touched my
you touched my
soul
Ascension into your arms
Romanced all the while
Veils dropped naked atoned
barefoot Aurora
called
Home
Lux Vitae
Lux Vitae
Lux Vitae
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/aI_F8sbuyKg
"Luke Warm. Cold, Hot."
“And he was transfigured before them, and his face did shine as the sun, and his raiment was white as the light”
1 https://www.mensajerosdivinos.org/en
2. Primary video: https://youtu.be/N7lOcf03NO8
The Transfiguration Of Jesus Christ- Special Message of Christ to visionary Friar Elias 12-03-2018
3. Seventh Seal of the Apocalypse
https://youtu.be/830l2O5heZk
4. Third Secret of Fatima Apostacy
https://youtu.be/RkhKhUKpf0o
5. Harbour of the Heart Videos
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC2YATMe6r2y00KJHAf6DzPQ/videos
6.
Nicene Creed/All versions
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_versions_of_the_Nicene_Creed
Categories:
snakeskin, faith, god, heart, i
Form:
Free verse
Standing among the evergreens, hardwoods grow pale
Signaling the change—like a snakeskin shed in near perfect form,
On the forest floor, shadows and leaves, in infinite degrees of repose.
And for a season, before new sprouts, these giants stand firm. Majestically.
Naked. Silent. They wait upon the next season with the patience of a tree.
Strollers park haphazardly. New Moms huddle. Comparing notes, experiences. Challenges. A confluence of happiness, Joy, and misery—all of which love company. Swaddled infants garner garbled words, and smiles as they are passed, and silently inspected. And compared. Days turn to weeks, turn to months, turn to years. And Mom’s huddle. Babies grow into toddlers and teens, and the huddles continue, in new forms.
A teen cries as an overbearing father forgets his manners, in an effort to instruct. Profound influence and opportunity—lost in the emotion of the moment. Yet life goes on. And later, he shares his ability to be intimate with words of apology, that sooth with laughter and hugs. And on each trip, parents hold fast to faith, not fear, with prayers, trusting, hoping—as they wave good bye, and silently hope for safety.
Outside, rain beats hard against panes. Inside, a family gathers—hands held. Smiles muted. Conversations low, punctuated with hugs. She is present, but has been gone for a very long time. Old, feeble, with no memory of who we are, or why we’re here. Photos of smiles surround her, mostly for us. Gentle reminders of years now gone. Picnics, holidays, birthdays, and graduations. She is here in form, but she left long ago.
Life has purpose. It is a dance. A self-perpetuating movement. The stanzas in a poem. The chorus in a hit song. The tag line in a famous commercial—“where’s the Beef?” Life is seasons, and about making a mark. Leaving it better than we found it. Giving a legacy to the next in line. Loving large. Giving more than taking. Seeing all one can see. Having no regrets. Life is experiences tempered by the human emotions that make it all very tangible and worthwhile.
Life is Good. Life has purpose!
Categories:
snakeskin, age, children, death, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse
As I was peeling this orange it whispered an epiphany
"You must first be taken apart to gain strength..
seek out the purist of storms
dive into the cyclone,
be cleansed be reborn."
I followed the advice of the newly flayed orb
and got what I asked for,
Tracked down that cleansing wind,
In its billion unrecognizable forms
Chased a shattered constellation.
On the edge of starry town.
Cracked thoughts stretching out.
Nibbling wildflower- gathering strength.
Weaving a metal skin made of sun.
Devouring the sweet winter rain...
Life then began with to hum, then a roar.
Soul ignited by spectacular -undefined things.
Star dust of the mind, gathering clarity
Now the bright fields of life flash eternally
It's time to leave the old snakeskin to the weeds.
A new constellation rising into the night sky,
Broken hobos and coyotes dancing in delight.
laughing, cascading so rich in their dreams.
What name shall be given to this infant skin.
This gathering of pristine baby stars?
Categories:
snakeskin, faith, stars,
Form:
Free verse
He calls me names, the teacher said.
Her arms were crossed; her mouth was tight,
She was mean-face-angry. Furious maybe.
What names? The boss asked her.
Does it matter? I wondered but later I was glad she had.
The teacher yelled out three names
“leave me alone Lucy”, “sound it out Sarah”, and
“Fix it yourself, Yolanda.”
These three names fit her personality better than a snakeskin.
I looked at the brilliant eight-year-old who had one-upped our own nickname for her.
and bit my lips as hard as I could, so my personality did not escape.
The boss’s eyes met mine; I knew we were on the same amused wavelength,
headed toward Uh-oh-land.
Good friends we both looked away but not before
Sound it Out Sarah figured it out.
She saw the look and knew
“Let’s go,” Fix it Yourself Yolanda said to the eight-year-old felon,
A psychoanalyst in the making,
maybe already there without a degree.
He and “Leave me Alone Lucy” had traveled
several meters down the hall
before the boss and I clutched each other,
sobbing with happy laughter.
“Oh, we are going to get it now!” I thought.
Our own nickname for her was “Retaliation Rebecca”.
Categories:
snakeskin, 7th grade, fun, funny,
Form:
Narrative